The office I’m currently working in is being redecorated. One of the decorators is quite flaming (sadly, neither Asian nor cute, at least not to me, but seems like a friendly, nice guy), including both ears being pierced. The last few times he’s been in he’s brought with him a very, very small dog which is absolutely adorable, but seems to be on the old and possibly unhealthy side. He carries the dog rather than keeps it on a leash, and it is very friendly but doesn’t move much and doesn’t make a sound.
He walked through the lobby today and passed one of our agents, who is, granted, on the older and more traditional side. When the decorator was out of earshot, the agent leaned over to me and said, “I don’t want you getting your ears pierced or carrying around a dog, you hear me?” and laughed. I chuckled a little, too, but pointedly replied, “My dog’s too big to carry.”
Listen, you neaderfuck, it’s all well and good that you’re an old conservative life insurance agent, and you’re entitled to your opinion, but why are you telling me? If you know I’m queer, your opinion is disdainfully noted and summarily ignored, and you can, for future reference, keep your thinly-veiled homophobic comments to yourself; if you haven’t yet figured out I’m queer, you’re far stupider than anyone has ever given you credit for. Yeah, a guy carrying around a dog is unusual, but who cares? The pooch is cute, is obviously on its last legs, and might very well be too sick to be left alone. And this bothers you how, exactly? I hope your wife is kind enough to push you around in a wheelchair rather than leave you alone at home when you’re ready to kick it. Just pet the fucking thing and crawl back into your dusty office and mastrubate over your next commission check. You should be so fortunate as to have such interesting, colorful, unusual people in your life. And earrings? Please - welcome to 19-fucking-85, you Jurrasic jackass. And furthermore, Einstein, he’s a 100% grade-A fairy - having earrings and doting on a dog is par for the course. Are you so sheltered that you can’t even relate to an amusing, harmless stereotype? I’m sure spending all those many hours with your head up your ass has given you quite a lesson in recto-colo physiology, but other than that, it’s left you way fucking behind in the social skills department.
Please be advised that from now on all your calls will be mysteriously misdirected, disconnected, or left on hold indefinitely. Thank you.
{sigh}
Esprix